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    7 Weirdest Ice Cream Flavors

    By | Shine Food – Wed, Jul 25, 2012 10:26 AM EDT

    Spicy hotCreative geniuses across the country keep inventing odd ice cream flavor combinations to tempt (or shock) our taste buds.

    Flavor: Lobster
    Where to get it: Ben & Bill's Chocolate Emporium
    Bar Harbor, Maine
    What's in it: Butter-flavored ice cream with lobster chunks
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    Flavor: Cold Sweat
    Where to get it: Sunni Sky's Homemade Ice Cream
    Angier, North Carolina
    What's in it: Ice cream base, hot sauces, and pequín, habanero, and Thai chili peppers (store owners ask you to sign a waiver before you eat this!)

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    Flavor:     Guinness
    Where to get it: Amy's Ice Creams
    Austin, Houston, and San Antonio, Texas
    What's in it: Amy's sweet-cream mix with Guinness beer

    Flavor:     Bacon
    Where to get it: The Ice Cream Store
    Rehoboth Beach, Delaware
    What's in it: African vanilla ice cream with bacon bits

    Flavor: Akutaq
    Where to get it: Throughout Alaska
    What's in it: Whipped animal fat, berries, sugar, and boiled fish

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    Flavor: Mexican Chocolate
    Where to get it: Cafe Pasqual's
    Santa Fe, New Mexico
    What's in it: Chocolate ice cream, Kahlúa, chile pequín flakes, cinnamon, almonds, and instant coffee

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    Flavor: Breakfast Bash
    Where to get it: Max & Mina's Homemade Ice Cream
    Queens, New York
    What's in it: Maple-walnut ice cream, pancake and French toast pieces, confectioners' sugar

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